I Am a Living Miracle..of Course I Believe

I was in a car accident when I was 21-years-old.  I was the passenger in a car driven by anger.  The driver of the car lost control and the car flipped approximately 7 times.  In the process, I was ejected from the car and my body was found approximately 75 feet from the initial accident site.  I hit a tree, and my spine was broke in two different places.  When I was finally found, I had no pulse and I was not breathing.  I was also bleeding very badly from my head.  The paramedics were called as the first person on the scene attempted CPR.  When the paramedics arrived, they shocked me to get a pulse and succeeded the first try.  They quickly hooked me up to respirator tubes and tried to keep oxygen in my body. 

In the helicopter, on the way to the hospital, they lost my pulse again..but regained it by once again shocking me..

As my family arrived at the hospital where I was airlifted, they were told that I was not stable, and would be lucky to live through the night.   From what they knew, I had a broken spine, a broken femur bone, collapsed lungs, and a very traumatic brain injury.  They also were not sure how long I had went without oxygen before CPR was initially performed. 

After I made it through the first 24 hours, they told my family that I would be lucky to live the next 48.  They said that if I did, they would do a brain scan to see if there was any brain activity.  After that time frame, I was still alive, on a respirator, but alive none the less.  They performed the first brain scan and found no brain activity.  My brain was hemmorhaging and bleeding and there was no activity.  They told my family that if I ever regained any conciousness, I would be in a vegetative state. 

My mother and father, kept praying, along with hundreds of others in my area.  They kept telling themselves, no..not this girl..you dont know her..

Weeks went by and then turned into months..two to be exact..when I came out of my coma for the first time.  I was alone, except for the medical staff, and opened my eyes and began to pull the tubes and wires that were cluttering my body..of course, I also set off the alarms.  The staff quickly sedated me and the doctor's told my family that they would slowly let me come to by lessening the sedative medicine that they had administered. 

Day by day, I came out of my sleep..and I had my memory..I new my name, and my family..although I could not talk or move really (I had a tracheotomy).  The doctor's had no explanation. 

I was moved a couple of weeks later, from the trauma unit to ICU..and then another week later to rehab.  They could not understand how I was recovering so quickly.  After a month and a half in rehab with intense physical therapy..I left the hospital in a new ride..a wheelchair.  Although I was paralyzed from the waist down (at the time) I had my mind, my spirit and my memory.  I was the same spunky girl that my family had told the doctor's was going to beat the statistics..and I did. 

The only explanation to this is prayer...with God ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE..(Matthew 19:26)